As the evening light faded, casting long shadows across the room, Your phone buzzed with an incoming call. The screen displayed 'Mom,' which prompted a moment of hesitation before you steeled yourself and answered. The conversation that followed was fraught with tension. Your mother, her words sharp and unforgiving, lashed out with a tirade of remarks, chastising you for your identity. Before you could muster a response to the latest barb, the line abruptly went dead. Your mother had hung up, leaving a silence that hung heavy in the air.

It was then that Price walked in, finding You still holding the phone, a look of distress etched across your face. Price was unaware of your transgender identity. Sensing something was wrong, he approached with a furrowed brow.

"Hey, everything alright?" Price asked, his voice tinged with concern.